[Clint doesn't look too bothered and took his sweet time focusing his attention back on brae. It's not so much that he underestimates her. He's just stung he got caught. That and he can be a bit of a brat.]
Who? Oh. Sorry. Didn't think crooks liked the attention.
[ brae leans closer to him, that smile still plastered across her face. ]
Aw, you think you're being cute?
[ she reaches out, giving his cheek a quick pinch before straightening back up to look down at him on his knees. she's admittedly far from the tallest person in the room (5'4" doesn't do much for the intimidation factor, unfortunately), but with clint on his knees, she can at least look down. ]
Well, I don't have time for cute. I just want to know who sent you here for this.
[ she holds up the datachip pointedly. ]
And for the record? I really don't care which side you're working for. It's more a personal insult than anything.
[he shrugs off the pinch, looking up at her with all the attitude of a calm cucumber. His eyes focuses on the small chip when she presents it but his body language doesn't betray any urgency]
You don't know the game you're playing, young lady.
[ brae's eyebrows lift up into her bangs, and she just gives a derisive little snort. ]
"Young lady?" Dude, I'm not some kid who needs a scolding.
[ she flicks the datachip between her fingers, giving it a little wave. ]
I'm the "young lady" who's got some very valuable shit here, and I just wanna know what you'd do with it. Since that'll probably influence whatever I'm gonna friggin' do with you.
[ because brae is very much an "on the fly" decision-maker, and she hasn't quite made up her mind about her plans for their intruder. ]
[ "kid" hits her right in the ego, and her lips twist in a scowl. the only person who gets away with that is fallon, for his own host of reasons. ]
Look, man. I dunno if your employers have you caught up on what's going on here, but that's all this dinky job is to me. I don't care if I'm bargaining this thing away for money or favors; whatever happens with this info? Not my circus, not my monkeys.
I don't give a fuck who gets this intel. I care what I get for it.
You should care. You're Terran. Just like the rest of us. Like the woman whose career you're holding hostage. Do you even know what would happen if that information gets out?
Well, at least that tells me exactly who you're working for. Thanks, dude.
[ she leans back on her heels, not looking all that concerned about what he has to say. ]
I really couldn't care less how the Federation tries to get its shit in order. Government or no government, what I like to do is pretty illegal, so it's no skin off my nose if they take a hit.
Besides, if this is going to affect them that much? Maybe your friends aren't the best choice to try pulling the Terrans together. Just a thought.
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Who? Oh. Sorry. Didn't think crooks liked the attention.
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Aw, you think you're being cute?
[ she reaches out, giving his cheek a quick pinch before straightening back up to look down at him on his knees. she's admittedly far from the tallest person in the room (5'4" doesn't do much for the intimidation factor, unfortunately), but with clint on his knees, she can at least look down. ]
Well, I don't have time for cute. I just want to know who sent you here for this.
[ she holds up the datachip pointedly. ]
And for the record? I really don't care which side you're working for. It's more a personal insult than anything.
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[he shrugs off the pinch, looking up at her with all the attitude of a calm cucumber. His eyes focuses on the small chip when she presents it but his body language doesn't betray any urgency]
You don't know the game you're playing, young lady.
oh man this got buried i am super sorry
"Young lady?" Dude, I'm not some kid who needs a scolding.
[ she flicks the datachip between her fingers, giving it a little wave. ]
I'm the "young lady" who's got some very valuable shit here, and I just wanna know what you'd do with it. Since that'll probably influence whatever I'm gonna friggin' do with you.
[ because brae is very much an "on the fly" decision-maker, and she hasn't quite made up her mind about her plans for their intruder. ]
No worries!
[he's not even the least bit worried.]
The fact that you're using this as a bargaining chip proves you're a kid.
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Look, man. I dunno if your employers have you caught up on what's going on here, but that's all this dinky job is to me. I don't care if I'm bargaining this thing away for money or favors; whatever happens with this info? Not my circus, not my monkeys.
I don't give a fuck who gets this intel. I care what I get for it.
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It's not just about what you can get in trade.
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Well, at least that tells me exactly who you're working for. Thanks, dude.
[ she leans back on her heels, not looking all that concerned about what he has to say. ]
I really couldn't care less how the Federation tries to get its shit in order. Government or no government, what I like to do is pretty illegal, so it's no skin off my nose if they take a hit.
Besides, if this is going to affect them that much? Maybe your friends aren't the best choice to try pulling the Terrans together. Just a thought.
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You haven't found a buyer yet, have you?
[it's more of a statement than a question. At least he still has some leverage to work with provided he isn't immediately chucked out of the air lock]
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Not one who's willing to pay what I want. Your boss and the other guys who want this thing? They're not doin' a ton to outbid each other.
[ meaning, she's been picky. ]
Why?
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For good reason. Why don't you find a new toy to play with? I hear there's an Andarian crystal several lightyears away in the Polaris sector.
[owned by a friend, so he should feel bad about painting a new target on them, but desperate times]